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Caraphen
Caraphen
| Name | Caraphen |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Wandering Hunter |
| Age | Ancient |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
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| Outward Appearance | Caraphen is tall even in the reckoning of Elves, possessing the lean frame of a seasoned warrior. While his bearing and features suggest he is in his prime, he is in fact ancient, the signs of which are betrayed by the depths of his eerie, pale green eyes. His key feature is his red hair - the fiery tresses, which in length reach below his waist, set him apart from most Eldar. |
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Background
{ This character is still a work in progress }
"Sky-woken now beside me sat / a child of river, star-begat / No house, all kin, for red-haired one / came 'fore all sunders said and done. Hunter taught and hunt to teach / The thrill of kill and chase to reach. / Thus mighty does he seem to me, / as Oromë had been to he. Quiet stand yet restless dwell / Mind's arrow nocked with thirst to quell / Beholds he now with far off stare, / Sun's newness - light in eyes and hair. Strange a hue the day must bring / when darkness to his eyes must cling / and starlight lay such gentle claim / to past enveiled, a memory tame. Sky-woken, now beside me sat / Eyes pale in green, night-fire begat. / Sky-house, no kin, the red haired one / sits near at dawn 'neath rising sun." - a poem about Caraphen composed by Indiruiel
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| Relatives | None, for he was one of the Awoken at Cuiviénen, without mother or father. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The foul creatures of Morgoth and all who would lay waste to the lands of Middle Earth. |
| Loves | The starlight above all else, and wandering alone in the wild forests of the world. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt. |
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| Hates | Orcs and other abusers of nature. |
| Motivation | To hunt, to wander, and eventually, to be forgotten. |
| Quotes | ''What did we know of Death? Life we had seen in abundance, but death...'' |
